deep invasion

Gu Jing watched in surprise as the hand that turned off his screen moved straight to the back of his neck.

"pain."

Han Huan rubbed his neck vigorously for the man who was obviously exaggerated and shouted pain. He was skillful, and soon after the numbness passed, the expression of Young Master Gu became more comfortable.

"Didn't you insist on not working overtime? You are almost suffering from cervical spondylosis."

Gu Jing grabbed the hand that was still kneading with her backhand, and chuckled lightly, her handsome face enlarged in Han Huan's eyes.

"That's not you..." You're not here.

The words came to an abrupt end.

The car stopped.

Here comes the cemetery.

Gu Jing let go of Han Huan's hand and got out of the car first.The back is in such a hurry that it seems to be fleeing.

No one is waiting for him to go home, what time does it matter when he rests and when the lights are turned off?

This cemetery is not a cemetery. It is a hundred and ten kilometers away from Sijiu City, on a flat foothill.Every tomb has been carefully taken care of, and only the name and date are engraved on the white marble tablet, which is convenient for people to find the deceased.

Gu Jing stopped in front of a tombstone, put the bouquet of yellow and white flowers in her hand aside, stood up, watched the person behind him walk to the tombstone, squatted down, and brushed the name on the stone tablet with her fingertips.

"sorry."

The yellow rose is blooming softly, with crystal dew on the petals.

Gu Jing saw Han Huan rubbing his eyes vigorously, and then he could no longer look at his A Huan so clearly.His vision blurred, he raised his hand, his fingertips slid across the corner of his eyes, it was cold and wet.

"Ah Hwan."

Without looking back at the people behind him, Han Huan stroked the name on the stele without saying a word, over and over again.He was already taciturn, and at this moment he was even unwilling to give a basic answer.

Gu Jing walked over, a shadow enveloped that cold face.He leaned down and whispered in the man's ear, "Ah Huan, you are not a good brother."

Still not looking back, Han Huan stopped the movement of his hands, and a vague sound came out of his throat.

"Ah."

The flying birds in the distant sky circled round and round, wondering if they forgot to return to the south.

There are only two lines of writing on the tombstone.

Han Lin.

1994 to 2013.

Just stay in this square inch forever.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Huan stood up and was about to say something but was caught off guard by the person behind him.

"Ah Huan, if you accept my apology..." Can you come back to me.

No one can see anyone's expression, which is good.

Gu Jing remembered that he shed tears for the first time at someone else's funeral a few months ago.

He is the person who erected the stele, and the name on the stele is Han Huan.

He always remembered that there were only two lines on the tablet, the man's name, and...

That goodbye.

There was nothing else. At the funeral, he only remembered the last words spoken to him by the person who died under the stele on the far side of the ocean.

Goodbye, see you again, or see you again.

He lost it and found it again, but found out badly that he could no longer keep this person.

There was a full five months between them, and he didn't know how the person who was quietly being hugged by him spent those days.

Is he doing well, how did he become like this, how did he...

The person he hugged from behind suddenly moved, broke away from his embrace, and embraced him again.

"Gu Jing."

His name was pronounced by that low voice like an aria.Gu Jing felt that the hands hugging him were stronger, he stretched out his hands, and hugged the man back.

"I'm tired."

The time is wrong, the scene is wrong, but the hug between two people is so real.

Gu Jing heard whispers in his ear.

"You're right, I'm not a good brother, so" Han Huan patted the barely noticeable trembling back, his voice softened a little, "I accept your apology."

"Let's get together again."

On the sound of heartbeats close at hand.

Gu Jing felt her nose sour, but still nodded vigorously.

He once lost someone in the spring, and now they are so close, the heart is beating powerfully.

All life and death have become a thing of the past.

Han Huan watched as the smiling man withdrew from his embrace, took a step back, and slightly tiptoed around the man's neck.

The foreheads of the two were pressed together intimately.

"I know."

The corners of Gu Jing's mouth could not help but rise, and he led Han Huan out of the cemetery. Perhaps the long-standing defense line was disintegrated by this sentence. He did not notice that a trace of complicated emotions in the man's eyes disappeared quickly.

When getting into the car, Gu Jing heard a call from someone around her.

"Gu Jing," Han Huan frowned, as if it was difficult to speak the remaining words.

Gu Jing rubbed away the man's frowning brows with her index finger, turned her head and smiled at the driver, "Go back to the apartment, the small building should be sealed as before."

The car gradually drove away from the cemetery.

Gu Jing held the hand of the person beside her, and suddenly pulled the person onto her lap.Han Huan was thinking about something, when he was caught off guard and pulled into a lying position, he couldn't help looking at the man with some amusement.

Gu Jing covered his eyes, but the joy in his voice couldn't be hidden no matter what.

"Aren't you tired, it's time to sleep."

Really... Han Huan sighed helplessly.

Such a childish tone, as if the tragedy of the past has been left behind,

A person who walks in the dark is used to the darkness, so as long as he is given a little light, he will chase after it desperately.

Fortunately, I met him.

Extra: Dragon Boat Festival extravaganza with old friends

【Your Majesty's original intention, longevity is as long as the sky, and fame will be preserved for generations to come】

The day Han Huan came back from Xiliang was already after the national funeral in January.

In the huge imperial city, there was silence.Only the big bell of Gusu Temple outside the city rang all day and all night, 49 times a day, echoing continuously under the blue sky.

When the emperor passed away, all the princes knelt in front of the coffin in white linen and mourning.This is normal, but this year is very different from previous years.Among the sixteen sons of the first emperor, Gu Jing, the third son of the emperor, knelt at the head, and the crown prince knelt at the bottom.

When Han Huan stepped into the mourning hall, he happened to meet the minister of the Ministry of Rites giving admonition.

Another decadent Confucian scholar who declared his ambition through death.

Before the young Minister of Rites had time to bump his head against the late emperor's coffin, he was dragged down.

"Cut it at noon."

An understatement, it is not that no one dares to speak, but that all those who speak are dead.

The man who spoke was kneeling right in front of the coffin, he heard the footsteps coming from outside the door and stopped, he tilted his head slightly, and looked over indifferently.

The third son of the emperor, Gu Jing, was young and weak, with a beautiful appearance and a face like a powder, and his reputation was well-deserved.

When Gu Jing saw the man in black, she smiled slightly, her tense face suddenly felt like a spring breeze in March, and there seemed to be thousands of ripples in her eyes.

"Ah Huan, you're here."

This sentence changed again and the room was full of silence.

General Han Huan has never been involved in the party and government. He was ordered to go to Xiliang a few months ago, but he was almost killed on the way back to Beijing.And while Han Huan was recovering from his injuries, the old emperor in the palace suddenly died suddenly, and the third son of the emperor went straight into the palace with [-] armored soldiers, and wiped out all the prince's party, which sealed the overall situation.

Who dares to assert that this injury has nothing to do with Gu Jing?

But right now, these two people looked at each other, although they were speechless, outsiders couldn't get in the slightest.

The room was full of rain and darkness.

Han Huan watched Gu Jing walk in front of his eyes. It had been a year since he had seen him. The man seemed to have not changed much. He seemed to be the same young man who went out with him at night to appreciate plum blossoms and brushed off the snow falling between his brows.

However, the previous year has passed.

He turned sideways, dodging Gu Jing's hand that wanted to straighten his clothes.It seemed that he had already expected that he would avoid it, and Gu Jing was not annoyed, she just put down her hands and looked at him quietly.

The hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers outside the imperial city are not as good as seeing him at the beginning of the year. He entered the prince's mansion in the name of a companion, the nine-curved screen painted with green mountains and clear waters and the person behind the screen that he saw at first sight.

Either way.

"General, are you also here to persuade me?" Although he was asking, Gu Jing still smiled, and he was completely different from the indifferent person who killed and killed a moment ago.

"Yes."

Han Huan took a step back, knelt on one knee and said, "The late emperor did not abolish the crown prince, and asked the third son of the emperor to return the power to the crown prince."

He lowered his head, and threw a bright yellow streak in front of him. The scroll was not wrapped tightly, and a corner of it was spread out to reveal half a word of Zhu Zhu.

"The former emperor suddenly collapsed and returned to the Five Elements. The third son of the emperor, Gu Jing, was blessed by destiny. He is humble and capable. Today, he obeys the will of heaven, obeys the hearts of the people, and abides by the great order. He will ascend the throne tomorrow. Will the general be satisfied with my will?"

How satisfied, what if not satisfied.

Although the person in front of him is scheming, he may not be unable to become a wise king, it's just that the first emperor favored the crown prince and refused to abolish that seat.

A few years ago, he knelt down and swore to the late emperor that he would do his best in this life to assist the crown prince.

A gentleman promises a thousand gold, what he has followed since he was a child, should be practiced today.

"This decree will be carried out tomorrow, and Han Huan's blood will be splashed here tomorrow, and it will be carried out the next day, and the same will be done in the next month. I will not change my heart, and I ask the third son of the emperor to fulfill it."

He was helped up by the man, and a whisper came from his ear.

"Tonight in Changle Palace, it's the fate of you and me."

[The old man Xici, don't ask about affection, why is it difficult to explain]

The moon and stars are few and far between, and the candles in Changle Palace are flickering endlessly, but it is dim.

When Han Huan was pushed onto the bed, he heard the sound of watchmen beating gongs in the distance.

It was the hour of Hai,

He sighed softly, and responded to the kiss from the person above him.

Gu Jing's lips were cold, with the mellowness of the wine tribute from the Western Regions between his lips and teeth, the graceful neck was lowered, and the soft soft chant was exhaled in his ears with heat, igniting his reason like a prairie fire .

His belt was pulled away by Gu Jing, revealing a broad bronze-colored chest, covered with old scars of different shades, one of which was right across his heart, as if it had just scabbed over the past few days, and was scabbed by the person on his body. As the fingertips slid across, some dark red faintly oozes out.

"Does it hurt?" Gu Jing asked

An arrow pierces the heart, how can it not hurt.

Han Huan watched Gu Jing carefully stick out his tongue to lick away the dark red, and let him move.

……

……

"Why do you have to ask me to do this..." Gu Jing said in a low voice, but every word fell into Han Huan's ears.

Han Huan could only catch a glimpse of Gu Jing's smooth black hair, his fiery lips all the way up, and finally on the shoulder, he was bitten hard by the man.

"Ah Huan, I will ascend the throne tomorrow, would you like to be by my side?" Gu Jing's words were a little vague, but he understood.

……

Han Huan laughed silently, while kissing the naked back of the person below him, he firmly pressed Gu Jing's face against the bed.He looked gentle and helpless, but his eyes were red.

It starts with love and ends with courtesy. From now on, the king will come to Ronghua, and he will never lie under one person again.

Han Huan thought, it turned out that when he was young, he had been studying with him for three years, and the weak crown would love him for a lifetime. After all, the vow in the wind was broken through the years, and he was no match for the ninety-five emperors.

No sleep for one night.

When Han Huan left, Gu Jing hadn't woken up yet.

"Your Highness, I would like to help you ascend the throne." He said softly.

Once the one hundred thousand army has no leader, the man in his arms can receive all of them under his command,

When I wake up tomorrow, there will be no trace of a dream in Changle Palace.

【Wave your hand, kneel down, pardon the world without sin】

People go empty.

On the high platform made of white marble, the new emperor stood with his hands behind his back.

"General, you are really foolish and loyal."

The historians of later generations entered these words into the history books, but they did not see the moist corners of the new emperor's eyes at the moment when the general asked to beheaded.

That year, Concubine Shu, the birth mother of the third son of the Emperor, was framed by the Empress and thrown into the cold palace. Concubine Shu had a strong character and leaped off the high wall in a red dress.

Later, for several years, the palace called this old palace wall stained with blood the Peach Blossom Wall.

The peach blossoms are stained with green blood, and if the old friend does not come, the fresh color will never be defeated.

In the first year of Qihua, the third son of the emperor, Gu Jing, succeeded to the throne, changed the name of the reign, and pardoned the world.

Only the one who refused to kneel was killed on the day of enthronement.